Over broken bones
The blackwater fever
On the setting sun, the horizon burns
’Til all that’s left, miles of blackened dirt
’Til all that’s left, miles of blackened dirt
A flood of sour milk, across the killing floor
The taste of salted flesh, never taste so good
Don’t cry no more, over broken bones
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